The autumn wind is as sharp as a knife, and the fallen leaves suddenly open and close.
Qi Sha Dao raised the spear in his hand and slowly pointed the tip of the spear at me.
"You don't have to leave. He'll die."
Normally I never let myself suffer any loss, but this time it was different.
He was so dizzy that he contradicted Qi Sha Dao: "Why do you want to let him go? Just because he is a prince? Just because you don't want him to get involved in trouble? You are so inhumane!"
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